The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 102

“Looks like they got it under control,” Graham mutters, his eyes glued to the screen. I didn’t even notice when he finished the call.

It looks like the wolves weren’t waiting for the radicals inside the manor. The two groups are facing each other from opposite sides of the yard. There are some radicals who tried to get closer, but a pack of wolves took them down.

“There are Garren and Alyssa,” I say, pointing at the center of the group.

“Leia and Gavin must be covering their flanks,” Graham adds.

“Why aren’t they attacking?” I ask, wondering why no one moves.

“See that line in the middle?” Graham asks, gesturing to the white marks that keep the two groups separated. “I’m willing to bet it has something to do with Helia. The radicals must be trying to bring down the barriers.”

“So, the ones lying dead near the line weren’t attacked by the pack,” I say, realizing I was wrong.

“Looks like Helia’s work to me,” Graham replies. He frowns. “The packs haven’t arrived yet. They need more time.”

I tense in anticipation as I feel that something’s about to happen. All eyes are on the radical’s side of the yard. Finally, a lean woman steps forward.

“That’s Tiana,” I say. “She’s still pretending to be one of them.”

“We have to tell them Jason’s dead,” Graham urges. “Maybe they’ll give up.”

I look around the room, desperately searching for a phone. I quickly drop the idea because I wouldn’t know who to call. Would the radicals even believe me?

“The Grey Manor has a speaker system all around the compound,” Graham says. “If we hack into it, we can relay the message to everyone at once. The shock could be strong enough to shake the radicals.”

“I think we can do it from here,” I tell him, pointing at the keyboard.

“What are you waiting for then?” he asks with a crooked smile. “I’ll check the perimeter again to make sure we’re alone.”

“Right,” I mutter and sit on the chair, my fingers already hovering above the keyboard.

I enter the familiar software and scroll through the F-Rec’s settings. It doesn’t take me long to locate the Grey Manor’s cameras, but it does take me several attempts to bring their firewall down.

When I get through the last barrier, a bright red notification flashes across my screen.

“Unauthorized access,” the computer says. “Error. Intruder.”

“What’s going on?” Graham asks, rushing into the room, no doubt hearing the loud beeping.

“I’m locked out,” I mutter and resist the urge to slam the keyboard. “The security is too tight. It’s almost like they were playing me. I got in, but then they led me around in circles until I got thrown out of the system.”

Graham chuckles softly. “I should’ve known they didn’t update it.”

I tilt my head to the side and look at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I designed their system,” he explains, then gestures at the keyboard. “Let me. If they’re as stupid as I think, they didn’t bother changing the passwords.”

Graham leans over me, his manly smell filling my nostrils. This time, I can’t ignore his appeal. I try to glance downward, but the shadows around him are thick enough to hide his private parts. Such a shame.

“Here we go,” he says, the edges of the screen turning green as we enter the system. He glances at me with a slight grin. “I can smell your arousal, you know?”

My cheeks flush and I clear my throat. “We have to hurry,” I say, ignoring his remark. “The line seems to be disappearing.”

It’s true. While Graham was busy with breaking into the system, the radicals’ witches brought down Helia’s barrier. Slowly but surely, the radicals are taking steps forward and closing down the distance between the wolves.

“Hold the line,” Garren calls at his wolves. “Wait for my signal.”

“Fuck, the speakers are disconnected,” Graham groans. “We can’t access them.”